Morti watched as Lucan went around the Apothecary looking at things. He decided now would be a good time to check his own supply. Whetstones, a few healing herbs, rations and rope. He also checked the quiver on his lower back, hidden by his cloak. 18 arrows. Guess that'd have to do. He could always grab a few from enemy archers. He then felt the edges of his blades. Not razor sharp, but good enough to do the job. His bow, held on his back by a leather strap, probably needed a last minute inspection, too. No, it looked good to him. Was there anything else he needed?

He looked over at the counter. A small red vial sat alone, away from everything else. Morti walked over and examined it closer. It was half-full with a black viscous fluid that reeked of...tar?

[i][color=a187be]"What is this supposed to be?"[/color][/i] he asked the old man Wrys.

[i]"Bah, an experiment turned toxic. You can take it if you want. I'm sure it'll prove useful to you some how."[/i] Wrys walked over and put a small cork in the vial before handing it to Morti.

[i][color=a187be]"Heh, thanks Wrys. I'll put it to good use."[/color][/i]

After Lucan appeared to be done, he followed him outside where Nora was waiting. Lucan then said something about her hair. The madwoman had cut it off! He then began to pay attention to his own hair. He watched as the wind blew around semi-translucent wisps of white hair. He'd never actually gotten his hair cut before. After a while, it just... stopped growing.

Lucan then asked if they were ready to go, to which Morti replied:

[i][color=a187be]"I'm as ready as I'll ever be. I'm not quite as proficient in fighting as I am in stealth, but I'll give it my best. The two can go hand-in-hand after all."[/color][/i]

[@Poi][@Wick]